Bus Stop

Young man in a suit and tie

With a smile that could mesmerize 

Stood at a bus stop

Headed to the chip shop 

Sat there’s young Kylie and Marty

Locking lips after a drunken party

Old Bobby’s under the wooden seat 

A blanket covering his cold feet 

Another night in the cold for Bobby

The city’s done him dirty 

Young man in a suit and tie

Gives them lot a brief side eye 

Bobby whispers quietly “Son,

Don’t forget to have some fun. 

You won’t get on these buses forever,

please remember.”

Young man in a suit and tie 

Shrugs his shoulders and looks at the sky

More people flock to the stop 

Pot-smoking Joes and alcoholic cops

Marty’s putting his hands in all the right places

The first bus saves the youngins’ blushes 

Everyone’s on their feet 

Scurrying to get to the empty seats

The driver gives Bobby a glare

Bobby doesn’t give him so much as a stare 

He knows what is to come 

While the young man twiddles his thumbs

Arms are flung and kicks are thrown

By both children and people grown

Everyone wants a seat on the bus

No one’s afraid to kick up a fuss

Young man in a suit and tie

Finds himself at the end of the line

Marty and Kylie find a spot

They pick up right where they left off

The rest fight each other blow for blow 

The door slams shut; it’s time to go 

Young man in a suit and tie 

Chases after the bus for his dear life 

This happens again, and again

Bus after bus, ending in vain

Young man in a suit and tie

Lets out a blood curdling cry

The chip shop closes at nine 

It’s cold outside; he’s run out of time

He turns around and looks at old Bobby

Bobby says, “another young man let down by the city.”

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